I Point At A Window To My

We Kiss Again And This Time, It Feels Familiar. I Know Exactly How We Fit Together, His Arm Around My Waist, My Hands On His Chest, The Pressure Of His Lips On Mine. We Have Each Other Memorized.

"welcome To The Amity Compound," Johanna's Eyes Fix On My Face, And She Smiles Crookedly. "let Us Take Care Of You."

You Know, There's A Word For Big, Strong Men Who Attack Women, And It's Coward.

Do Remember, Though, That Sometimes The People You Oppress Become Mightier Than You Would Like.

He Pus His Lips Next To My Ear And Says, “you Look Good, Tris.